How is that no one teaches us these things?
They make sure we know how to name things: ABC’s. Body Parts. Colors. Farm Animals. Opposites.
They make sure we know the differences between things: Dogs vs. Cats. Rain vs. Snow. Flower vs. Leaf. You vs. Me
But there is no musical DVD to explain to our children, “You are not the body.
You are a spiritual being, having a human experience.
Enjoy yourself. This age is temporary.
Every name of every thing, including the one we gave you, is arbitrary, choose your own.
Or better yet, define it all by the essence of that which is Nameless.
There is no tree inside of a tree.
There is no horse inside of a horse.
These things are existence, like yourself, and cannot be separated from one another.”
Where is this class in preschool?
Who will be the one to whisper in the ear of the newborn child, “Rebel. Rebel.”
Who is the teacher with a lesson plan that begins:
“Being yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.”
Who will point the children back to their own self when they ask “Why?”
My child, “YOU are why.
Existence is happening so that You may experience it.
As it is.
It is yours. And You are not separate from it.”
This is a personal dilemma.
I would rather not infect him with the arrogance of duality.
“Son, you cannot conquer Samsara.”
“My love, you are within and beyond all of these things.”
But I don’t know how. No one ever taught me.
I had to find out on my own.